Be a Man and Climb All Hundred Floors

"He's still going ahead with that lousy plan of his." Roland had received another call from an FBI agent. This time, the agent hadn't been as aggressive, saying only that Roland needed to come in for questioning.

"As expected." Superman nodded. "What are you going to do?"

"March straight into LexCorp and tell him to stop harassing me. And make him pay for the distress he's caused me."

"...That's you, all right."

"I think it could work," Batman said. "Lex Luthor has an unhealthy obsession with Superman, but he doesn't fear him. It's time he learned what fear feels like."

"...Your experience is pretty strange too," Superman remarked.

"Get the wine ready. I'll be back." Roland took an expensive bottle of red wine from the hotel room's wine cabinet and tossed it to Bruce.

It was an upscale hotel, and anyone who could afford this room was either rich or important. Naturally, it came with every amenity.

"It's red wine. Why would I warm it—"

"Then let it breathe," Roland instructed.

Batman rolled his eyes and poured the wine into a decanter. "This bottle needs thirty minutes. Make it quick."

"Okay." Roland opened his backpack. Inside were a League of Assassins uniform and a Bronze Tiger Mask.

"What did Ben ever do to you..." Batman grumbled.

"He had the most complete set of gear," Roland said. "If you've got a spare Batsuit, I'll take that too. I don't mind wearing your hand-me-downs."

"...I don't."

"Stingy. Come on, French farm girl." Roland called to Jeanne d'Arc, who followed him and drove a knee into his side. "Even if my Master goes astray, I'll continue to fight and never abandon him. But when he misbehaves, I'll discipline him severely."

"Ahem. Ruler, let's go," Roland corrected himself.

The two of them strode straight